We all have moments of darkness, moments when we are so unlike ourselves. And like vultures they wait for a slip, a misstep, then they take that part of us and try to convince the world that is all we are.
LANG LEAVYou only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole.
More Lang Leav Quotes
-
-
I thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.
LANG LEAV -
She was the book that was not written. The sentence that was not scripted. She was the word you wished you could have said.
LANG LEAV -
There are days when the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can’t pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.
LANG LEAV -
In cemeteries of memories, our love will lie in caskets.
LANG LEAV -
I love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.
LANG LEAV -
We had no ending, no said goodbye. For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
LANG LEAV -
I don’t think all writers are sad, she said. I think it’s the other way around- all sad people write.
LANG LEAV -
I want you to remember my lips beneath your fingers and how you told me things you never told another soul. I want you to know that I have kept sacred, everything you had entrusted in me and I always will.
LANG LEAV -
Fear isn’t a reason when it comes to love–it’s an excuse. Anyone who has ever been in love will tell you that.
LANG LEAV -
Like time suspended, a wound unmended – you and I. We had no ending, no said goodbye; For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
LANG LEAV -
If a boy ever says, you remind me of someone–don’t fall in love with him. You will never be anything more than second best.
LANG LEAV -
It is the mark of a great poet to write words that feel as though they have stood witness to your most intimate memory of love.
LANG LEAV -
Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity.
LANG LEAV -
Understand that we must lose our way, over and over, before we can find the best version of ourselves.
LANG LEAV -
She would fondly call him her Frankenstein, this man who was a patchwork of all the things she had ever longed for.
LANG LEAV